Blessed are they who thus mourn for sin, _for they shall be comforted_. Blessed is the sorrow that worketh repentance! Blessed are they who so bear the cross that they shall inherit the crown!

[Illustration: BUY THE TRUTH AND SELL IT NOT. Prov. 23:23.]

Edith and her Ayah, and Other Stories — Part 31

When walking through the streets of London, have you not sometimes met a party of strangers, and felt sure that they belonged to another land, because they spoke not the English tongue? Had you listened to them, you would not have understood them; they conversed in the language of their own country.

Edith and her Ayah, and Other Stories — Part 31

My young friend, _what language do you speak_? If I knew but that, I should soon guess to what country you belong.

Edith and her Ayah, and Other Stories — Part 31

Perhaps you answer, “I am English. I know no language but my own.” True, in one sense you are English, and you may thank God for it! You were born in England, and here may spend all the years or days of your mortal life. But your real country is in another world, where you will _live for ever_! Thousands and millions of years may pass, but you will be still remaining in the country which you have chosen. So, again I ask, What language do you speak? To what country do you belong?

The one is a bright and glorious place, where sorrow and pain are unknown. Its citizens are angels and redeemed saints, who, with shining crowns and harps of gold, rejoice before the throne of God. The language which they speak is TRUTH.

The other country is too terrible to describe. Happiness never enters there, but pain, grief, and remorse abide for ever! Its inhabitants are the tempter and his evil ones—hardened sinners who would not repent, who chose the broad way that leadeth to destruction. And what is the language which its citizens have learned? The language of Satan is FALSEHOOD.

O my dear young reader, with anxious love would I once more repeat my question—let your heart answer it—_What language do you speak—to what country do you belong?_

Yet, mistake me not. There are some whose lips were never stained with falsehood, who yet cannot be counted among the citizens of heaven. The proud, the self-righteous, who trust to their own merits, who love not the Saviour who suffered for all,—these may have learned the language of truth, even as foreigners may learn the tongue of our land; but they belong not to the country of holiness and joy.